Luyện nghe bài hát My Party Boots

Life is fast but I wanna live past you, 'cause you are my only roots
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've out the soles of my party boots.
So call me master of disgrace, I dont care 'cause my outer skin
Is like crust, and a liver thats rusted out now I'm on a list (for a better one)
Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't it but i'll give ambivalence.
I gotta memory box 'cause my blocks me, from remembering weeks
all the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into matter damagings.
So call me fat fuck geriatric punk rock. Give it straight 'cause I
a verbal beating from an audience (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern.
Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I wont give it but i'll give
Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go but the price goin up
Goin down is simple and practical, low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot and a drag.
good old fashioned solo]
Evidently no one a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
So I'm waitin for the tap, on my shoulder 'cause we're all older not better
And the are no longer with us (they're at us)
So call me fat fuck, punk
Call me fat fuck, geriatric
Call me fat fuck, geriatric punk, face master of disgrace.